#intestato

And before she was allowed to utter one more word, the Hatter wrapped his arms around Terra’s petite physique, pulling her form as close to his as possible in a warm embrace. There was no need to answer her question, instead it prompted a reaction even before he realised what he wanted to say. “Always".

Instinctively Terra's arms reached around him, the familiar warmth of his embrace permeating skin and spreading through her being. Slender fingers clutched at his back, causing the smooth fabric of the shirt to crease within her gentle grasp; an unconscious action born from a desire to hold on to what is dear to her heart. The woman's eyes closed once her cheek pressed against him and, in that moment, time itself stood still for them.

Always. Such a weighty word but nonetheless one that was powerful enough to transcend the tangled threads of time connecting entire universes. Terra believed in their "always". She believed in it so strongly, so fully, that it seemed almost silly to consider anything else. His was a presence Terra could recognise anywhere - warm and soft like candlelight.

At some point or another Terra lifted her head to look at him. She indulged in the comfortable silence a short while longer, fearing that breaking it prematurely would spoil the precious reunion. Instead the half-esper studied his face, head tilting at a slight angle as a smile graced her delicate features.

yellow: scary starter

“You’re in my way,” the woman spit out, her voice cold and dangerous. There was a sense of urgency in her tone as she looked around, staring past the man. She has hunted monsters -- killers -- since she was transferred to Korea, but this wasn’t something she could flash a badge and resolve with a slap of her cuffs or a pull of her trigger. No, this was something part of this new world she had been brought into.

Damn it, damn it damn it! The shadows around her started to flicker, almost as if they had a mind of their own. The hellhound curled her lips, a small snarl soon rumbling in her throat. “It’s too late. I hope you don’t have a weak heart or stomach,” she says as she popped her fingers.

Her days of recovery, as expected, had their highs and lows. Crippling migraines left Terra more or less incapacitated and homebound, She did not leave the comfortable silence of her apartment for the bustle of daily life proved overwhelming. Beyond the walls of her abode Terra could still hear the clamour of urban living coupled with its distinct aromas, though the potency of her sensory overload diminished as the days passed. When her head felt a little too heavy, she laid in bed until sleep found her. Despite this, Terra only slept for a couple of hours at a given time: her slumber was dreamless and shallow, and oftentimes punctuated with periods of fidgeting. It was the oddest thing; the woman’s exhaustion was hardly a figment of her imagination and, yet, her body refused to rest.

Muscles and bones coped with the aches of fatigue but her mind brimmed with countless thoughts. It wouldn’t stop, even as she rested. And so Terra would wander her home aimlessly in search of something to do, something to keep her distracted long enough for tiredness to take hold. In the end she wound up napping on the sofa, blanket partially draped over the lower half of her body whereas the rest of it was strewn across the floor, with the television left on whatever channel appeared mildly interesting. This became routine over the course of the following days.

Though Terra recovered from her magic induced hangover, her spirit felt as restless as it did when she left the café nearly a week ago. It stirred and expanded outwards, no longer confined to its vessel of flesh and bone. How it danced in the cool fall breeze, brushing against the boundless blue skies before joining the leaves in their final act of the season; a graceful fall full of bright colours.

Oh yes, she revisited those memories more times than she cared to admit. A flurry of intense emotions culminating into a kiss; Terra recalled the soft plumpness of his lips, a scent of earl grey, the sweetness of strawberry jam…It was too much. Dizzying, even. The woman was ill-equipped to handle such a situation due to its uniqueness. What was she supposed to do? Terra was at a loss.

Garbed in a loose, orange knitted jumper, black trousers and a pair of aviator boots, Terra set out for her usual haunt: Tea for Thee. Her restlessness worsened the closer she got to her destination, and so she tried in vain to calm the nervous excitement gripping her senses. Even the winds had noticed the sorceress’ uncharacteristic agitation. It teased her in hushed, playful whispers carried along the breeze, occasionally pushing her along with a slightly stronger burst of wind or skewing her hat slightly to the side to reveal a lock or two of green hair. The half-esper huffed in annoyance at the wind’s antics and hurriedly tucked her stray hair back into the hat to keep it well hidden.

                                  origin — @intestato [ status : not accepting ]

DRABBLE CHECKLIST.

SCAR / Your muse touches one of mine’s scars.

          HOW USUAL WAS THIS INBETWEEN WEATHER. By noon almost all the coolness from early morning retreated back to the clouds, leaving them in close to summer temperatures that forced all into shedding extra layers. Which is why he found himself like this, struggling in the proper way to remove his new wool sweater; it’s neck hung loosely about among different layers which confused a reaching arm and so without noticing, Kit’s sides became mildly exposed in the tiff. Despite a booth he’d gotten privately with his acquaintance, it may not have been the best place to be undressing in this way without expecting something to be seen. Years of turning into a beast left it’s ever painful distortions, defence scars from past fights as tumultuous as his chances those days. What he truly isn’t expecting, is the curious hand seeming to trace an old reminder, cutting over hip and continuing past visible waist. Kit is quick to shove out of the cloth, short curls disheveled as his twitch away from said touch, comes to an end. Good thing the booth was as isolated as it was.

❝ ☠ THERE WAS SOMETHING about the cover of darkness that brought out the wickedness in all men; twisted their behavior and encourage the malicious flame that dwelled within even the sanest of humans. She knows better than anyone about the horrid activities done in the dark, for she engages in a few when her mind tires of the mundane, However, tonight is not her night. She’s been attacked by something not of this world and forced to run with her tail tucked in between her legs nursing a bleeding wound in her arm every time she paused for breath.

Rounding a corner, Vanessa’s breath catches in her throat as the wind is knocked from her lungs the moment her body collides with another, sending her falling onto her back with a dull thud. “Jesus f u c k !” She curses, scrambling upward into a sitting position to look at the person she ran into with an injured look in her eyes.